You said that you knew me
but I believe you were mistaken,
because I've been lost now for two years.
I thought I knew what I could do
but I surprised myself
when I saw my picture.
The mirror is a lie,
I tell myself that every day,
because that girl can't really be me.
I am not pretty
and she is.
I made a bet with myself once:
What would last longer,
my love for you
or your love for me.
Your love lasted longer.
We were talking together
on Saturday.
Laying in the dewy grass.
You seemed relaxed,
but I felt like I was laying on needles.
You checked your phone,
a ray of light peirced into
the darkness.
"11:11" you whispered,
the loudest whisper I ever heard.
"Make a wish."
I wished I was somewhere else.
You asked me what I wished for
and I told you.
Just so you know,
I lied.
I wonder what made me so bitter
and I think it was your kiss.
A kiss so sweet and full with happiness
and kindness and love
that my broken heart couldn't
take it all at once
and simply cracked further.
Now when you kiss me,
I feel nothing
but I smile and kiss you back
because I think it's funny
that you don't know my little secret.
One night
when your lips were pressed againest mine
and I was shivering because of how cold
they felt,
I whispered 'I love you' into your ear.
You smiled a smile that so many
other girls tried to get before.
I smiled because you didn't know
my secret language.
When I was eight,
and we were just little kids
that chased each other down the street
I gave you the translating dictionary
for my language.
Last week,
I was out your house,
laying on your bed and playing with
the bracelet that had become too big
for my shrinking, bony wrist
and would just slide off all the time.
You were cleaning your room,
sorting through papers
and you found my handwritten
translator that I gave to you.
It was the only copy.
I watched with careful eyes
as you threw it away.
I think that was when I stopped loving you.
Something inside me died
with that drop of the papers.
I tried to keep from crying,
but I couldn't help myself.
You asked me, "Why?"
I threw the bracelet on your bed,
throwing my hope with it,
and said "It doesn't fit anymore"
and left your house,
tears filled with
life and hope and happiness
staining the sidewalk as I walked.
Too bad you can't look up
what I really meant when I said that
anymore.
Author notes
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Great
This is a great piece of work. As a boy, I can say I've seen the moments when I did something that caused someone to cry because of the lack of sensitivity to the little things. But I guess in the end, the little things really are the the sugary part of life.
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First: Your name is quite different, keep it. This is a very good write, it flows well and sort of makes the reader wanting to see more. You have a powerful ending in this work. It made me say WOW!!!
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"The mirror is a lie,
I tell myself that every day,
because that girl can't really be me.
I am not pretty
and she is."
I can relate to this. I look pretty in mirrors, but I know im not...Mirrors show you what you want to see [odd sounding but i really believe that]
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"The mirror is a lie,
I tell myself that every day,
because that girl can't really be me.
I am not pretty
and she is."
I can relate to this. I look pretty in mirrors, but I know im not...Mirrors show you what you want to see [odd sounding but i really believe that]
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Holy......
This is deep and meaningful. i REALLY did NOT expect this calibre of writing when i came to read your work. i was just going to be nice and read some of your poetry since you read mine. i am impressed. i am adding you as a favorite.
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why thank you. this is one of my very favorite writes actually. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Interresting?
What was this? so strange it wrapped through my head, as i took it all in. I could hardly believe what i was reading. Very unique with the translator and all, but you didn't tell us the translation.
i wanted to know!! lol. I really liked this, strangely enough.
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i didn't, did i?
hmm..
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well i didnt read it cuzz im too lazy and its def too long....soooo umm yea
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aww, thank you!
aha. and thanks for commenting on my shiznit.
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i really love how much you've conveyed. the shortness of the lines is like thought, and overall it's so... reminiscent, and not so much sad as regretful that it doesn't bother you more.
or at least that's what i got from it. teehee, sorry if my interpretation is completely off. -
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that's totally what i was trying to portray actually. right on!
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this is actuall very good, Has alot of emotion . and a sweet mood, until the end where it abruptly crashes with a simple action. Good job I give you a cookie
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OMG, the title; i remember that.
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